Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 554

Chapter 54 : You Have to Marry Him

*Lena*

The ballroom was situated toward the main entrance of the palace, and I found it rather easy to sneak into my room without being seen leaving the party.

The night was young, but I tore away at my gown anyway, struggling to find the zipper under the pale blue tulle that fell over my shoulder and down my back. I was panting by the time I'd stepped out of the dress and taken out the pin holding back my hair. I glanced in the mirror as I pulled on a silky pajama set, noticing my smudged makeup and overall disheveled appearance.

Xander was an Alpha? How could that possibly be? And where the hell was Egoren?

I paced the room, cleaning up the pins I'd shaken from my hair, and hung the dress back in the wardrobe. While my room was far removed from the ballroom, I could still feel the vibrations of music and chatter coming up from the carpeted floor, tingling up my legs as I paced.

But strangely enough, the back of my head began to tingle, like little pops of electricity going off inside my head. I blinked, scratching my temple as static filled my mind, followed my silence.

'Where are you?' Xander's voice came through my mind, clear and edged with frustration.

I blinked again, furrowing my brow as I turned to face my reflection in the vanity.

'I know you can hear me–'

'Get out of my head!' I said over the mind-link, adrenaline coursing through my skin as I looked around the room and then went to the window, standing to the side so no one below could see me.

'We need to talk about this!'

'I need to process what you've told me, Alpha King,' I said with a hint of sarcasm.

He was quiet for a moment, then a low chuckle filled the far recesses of my mind. We were able to mind-link because of the mark; I knew that for certain. What I didn't know was how to block him out. I retreated from the window and sat on the edge of the bed, gripping my knees.

'Where are you?' he repeated, but I shook my head, trying to will my mind to close whatever door he'd opened to me.

'I'm in my room–'

'And where is that? This place is… huge.'

'You're not coming up here–'

'Second or third floor, then?'

'Didn't my uncle kick you out of the party?' There was silence again, but only for a moment. I could feel the smirk touching his lips from wherever he was.

'Quite the opposite, actually. I'm rather fond of your mother, and that tall woman… Luna Maeve?'

I paled, glancing out the window once more before I rose from the bed and slipped a robe over my pajamas. It wasn't cold. It wasn't ever cold in Avondale, but a chill ran through my body nonetheless.

'What did you say to them?'

'Nothing about us,' he said, and I could tell he meant it. His voice caught, almost like he was disappointed. 'That wouldn't have been fair–'

'Like you know anything about fair, Xander.' I walked to the door and flipped off the light, shrouding myself in darkness.

Xander's voice ceased to tickle the recesses of mind, fading into the darkness.

But then there was a knock on my door.

I turned my head sharply toward the barrier, noticing I'd left it unlocked. I threw myself at the door as it opened, but Xander wasn't the man who walked through the threshold.

I'd been trying to launch myself into the door to prevent it from opening, and I would have been successful had I moved just one second sooner.

I tackled Oliver, throwing my full weight against him, which sent us spilling into the hallway. He yelped in surprise as the back of his head hit the floor.

“I'm sorry!" I cried, my robe caught on the royal broaches lining his sash as I tried to roll off of him.

“Goddess, Lena! What the hell!" He reached up and unclasped the sash, and it dangled from my robe and I stood up.

I towered over him, my face twisted in concern as he felt the back of his head and then looked for any traces of blood on his finger. He relaxed then, sighing deeply as he continued to lay on the floor.

“Mom would've killed us both if we got blood on the carpet. They just refurbished this entire area."

“What are you doing up here?" I asked, reaching down to help him to his feet.

He straightened his tuxedo, then reached up to undo the tie he was wearing, loosening it from his neck. “Hiding," he answered, a teasing grin on his face. “Just like you. Your mate is the talk of the party now. Hollis isn't happy." His grin grew a little wider at his ex-girlfriend's expense. He stepped past me into my room and flipped on the light, then sat on the edge of my bed.

I stood in the doorway, searching his face.

“So, are you going to tell me what's going on?" he asked, tapping his fingers on his knee.

“It's none of your business–"

“It's about to be everyone's business," he retorted, tilting his head.

I picked the sash from my robe, tossing it on a table near the door and walked inside, closing and locking it behind me.

“What has he been saying?"

“Just explaining who he is," Oliver said causally, examining his nails.

“And?"

“Introducing himself to the family–"

“But what did he say, exactly?" I pleaded, which caused Oliver to shift his weight uncomfortably on the bed.

“Well, he told your parents, and mine, where Egoren is, for one. Soren, you know–"

“W-what? As in–"

“Another realm," Oliver said dramatically, wiggling his fingers with a smug look on his face.

“That can't be right–"

“Your parents seemed to believe it, as did mine. No one batted an eyelash at it. Will was a little skeptical. He asked him a bunch of questions before Mom told him to go tend to his betrothed," Oliver sighed, arching his brows as he considered his next words, “but I think Will was more bothered by the fact every female eye in the room was fixed on your mate the second he walked into the party."

I could have made a comment about Will. It probably would have lightened the mood, given the obvious rift between the two brothers. But I fixated on how Oliver had, for a second time, called Xander my mate.

“How did you know?" I asked, and he knew exactly what I was referring to.

He knitted his hands around one knee, leaning back a bit as he looked me up and down. “He told me as much after you took off. It's true, isn't it?"

“Kind of–"

“He marked you, then." Oliver's voice was suddenly grave, his eyes flashing with fury as he waited for me to say something like, “Xander forced me into it," or, “He did it against my will."

“I marked him, too," I breathed, feeling a little lightheaded as I sank into the stool in front of the vanity.

“Why? You're not twenty-one–"

“You and I both know why," I whispered, looking into his eyes. Understanding flashed behind his eyes as he chewed the inside of his cheek, nostrils flaring.

“Do you love him?"

I shifted my weight on the stool, crossing my legs.

“I did… do. But we ended things. Mutually."

“You rejected each other?"

I thought of the mind-link and the way my mark was still searing the skin around it.

“Not totally," I answered, stealing a glance in his direction.

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